Thursday, October 15, 2009

One Step Behind

Today is just one of those days where I seem to be about one step behind those stinking twins. I go to the bathroom to come out to a floor covered in oatmeal topped with crushed graham crackers. (I hate cleaning oatmeal off the floor, by the way, it just smears everywhere). I don't know what it is, but from the time Ashton decides he's "all done" I have about .5 seconds to grab his bowl or it is all over the floor. I usually watch in agony from about 3 feet away as a bowl of cereal goes down and splatters over a 6 foot radius. And once he does it Phoenix always follows. Anyhow, while I was cleaning up that mess, they managed to dump milk all over the elliptical. While I was cleaning that up, they both got up on the kitchen table and started throwing everything they could find off. While I was cleaning that up, they got in our closet, left a mess shoes all over the house, unplugged everything in the house and managed to get wedged stuck in the closet. While I was taking care of that mess, they found the diaper bag on the counter and somehow pulled it down, throwing out a trail of contents as they dragged it to a hidden spot where they were found pulling apart every single item in my wallet. All this time I was trying to get us ready to go to playgroup. I finally just start yelling at everyone to get out of the house and into the hallway while I try to pull whatever remaining things I need together so we can leave when two kids come up poopy. Ugh. And interspersed between all these events is incessant crying as at least everyone manages to fall or get hurt more than once and needs consoling. (As if I had any sympathy for any of them.) So we finally made it to playgroup. Just as everyone else was leaving.

8 comments:

Gavin and Shawna said...

Keep chanting...Cali, cali, cali, no kids, no kids, shopping, shopping!!!
those boys really are so busy. do you really ever need a workout?

Megan said...

I'm sorry about your crazy morning. You are amazing to have even attempted coming to the playgroup. I hope you know I was joking when I said you should come a little earlier. Hopefully tomorrows play group will be more successful!

Laurie Jones said...

Oh man. Gotta love those mother moments. There are several mornings where I just yell to the kids, "JUST GO GET IN THE CAR!" It's hard getting out the door when 4 people need you at once. Although, I can't imagine doing it with 1 year old twins.

And it seems like poop and pee always interupt something. Can't we just all be on the same pooping schedule??!! Hopefully the rest of the day will go a little smoother.

By the way, that is so brave of James to take on all your kids. What a super nice guy! Tell him "hi" from me. Have a good time!!

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Aimee said...

I agree, you are amazing to try to get to playgroup. That sounds like such a classic morning. I think the hardest thing about a morning like that is that when you get back, the mess is still there! Not to mention changing diapers shortly after you probably just changed them. That's the worst. I'm thinking about keeping a tally of what I consider the boys' "wasted diapers". They are going to owe me a lot of free work in the future! :)

Megan said...

The California trip could not be more deserved. Holy smokes!

Stefanie Miller said...

Wow. Boys are so different from girls.

SuburbiaMom said...

The term, "hog-tied" doesn't sound so terrible sometimes, does it? ;)

Susie said...

I hope James doesn't read this blog!
When I imagined what a nice mommy I'd be I also imagined what nice children I would have . . . They seem to find a few deal breakers.